Ye Tingyun, who was accustomed to comfort and luxury, couldn't possibly understand this.
He fumbled with the gauze for a long time without figuring it out, even nearly touching Song Qing'an's wound several times.
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan frowned, snatched it away, and directly sent him to the side.
"Stop causing trouble."
Ye Tingyun was displeased. "Causing trouble? I told you I could do it. You just don't trust me, this king!"
"Shut up."
Ye Tingyun obediently closed his mouth and watched the entire process through gritted teeth.
After bandaging the wound, Feng Yinwan tied the gauze. As she withdrew her hand, her fingertips brushed against the scars on Song Qing'an's back again, and her eyes froze silently.
After a moment of silence, she spoke with a solemn tone, "Yu Zhi, the scars on your back... I can remove them for you."
She was referring to the burn scars.
Bringing up the past, especially after knowing the truth, left Feng Yinwan with a mix of emotions.
Song Qing'an turned his head to look at her, his gaze gentle and soft, but his expression remained calm.
"These scars have accumulated on me for years. I am already accustomed to them, and they are usually covered by clothing, so no one notices. You don't need to go to so much trouble for me."
What he wanted to see least was the look of guilt and self-reproach in her eyes after discovering the truth.
Knowing that he said this to comfort her, Feng Yinwan couldn't pretend not to see it.
She pursed her lips and said again, "It's just removing scars. It's not a troublesome matter. I just need two days to prepare."
Removing scars required Jade Skin Lotion.
This item was not particularly valuable in the Xuanmen. It was just that she currently lacked the materials to refine it, and her connection with the bracelet had weakened significantly after returning to the capital.
Preparing enough Jade Skin Lotion would take time.
Sensing a thoughtful look in her eyes, Song Qing'an's gaze sharpened, and he said earnestly,
"Wan'er, I didn't mean to say it like this. These scars are insignificant to me. I don't want you to worry unnecessarily because of them."
This was the truth, and it came from his heart.
Ye Tingyun, however, couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed forward and separated the two.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's enough! Do you think this king is a deaf and mute statue who can only glare and not breathe!"
Look at them, listen to them!
This clingy affection, wasn't it treating him like an unfeeling wooden block?
Song Qing'an retreated slightly, his expression slightly subdued.
Ye Tingyun glared at him, about to tell him to get lost as soon as his wound was healed, when a sharp shout from outside reached them first.
"Who's in there!"
The sudden commotion made the atmosphere in the room instantly tense.
Feng Yinwan looked out. Through the paper of the window, she could vaguely see a few blurry figures. The sound of soft armor as they moved indicated they were likely Imperial Guards.
Ye Tingyun also hadn't expected someone to barge in. He was taken aback and before he could react, he saw Feng Yinwan turn to look at him, her eyes as cold as if she wanted to kill.
"You didn't close the door when you came in?"
To avoid attracting attention, she never used the main entrance. When she brought Song Qing'an back earlier, she had used her light skill to climb over the wall.
The fact that the Imperial Guards could enter so easily was probably thanks to someone.
Indeed, Ye Tingyun's face paled slightly at her words, and he guiltily looked away.
"I was so angry just now, how could I have bothered with such things..."
In the end, wasn't this still their fault!
The candlelight in the room made it impossible to hide.
Seeing the Imperial Guards getting closer, Feng Yinwan frowned and said coldly,
"Speak."
This was clearly directed at him.
Ye Tingyun's eyes widened. "You want me to speak?!"